“Be careful, the coffee is hot,” I said as I turned to the microwave when it gave its usual annoying ‘ding.’They were shifting their gaze back...and forth between the coffee in front of them, the coffeemaker, the microwave, and the bowl of popcorn I put in front of them as I sat down. I reached out taking a handful of popcorn and threw a couple of pieces into my mouth.After I swallowed, I gave another pleased sigh. “I’ve been looking forward to a really good cup of coffee and some popcorn since. This should make my plan work with less trouble," I thought to myself."Good morning, Ms. Adler. I am Tom Bradley, Monica's dad. I am here about her red marks in math." Tom Bradley, as in Tom the star quarterback of East High, year 1985?" Ms. Adler inquired."Yes, that's me." Don't you recognize me? I am Pam Adler. We were in the same class, remember?"I had long hoped this would happen, ever since I found out that dad went to the same school as Ms. Adler. Rumors in the yearbook say that she had. We started making dinner and started a fire. As the fire warmed up we played one round of beer pong. I was always better then Jeremy but I let him catch up to me so he wouldn't be way more drunk then me. After eating dinner we played two more rounds of beer pong and then did a couple of shots. By this time it was 10 and we were pretty drunk. Jeremy spilled a beer all over himself and me so we took off all our clothes but our boxers. We got bored of beer pong so we started to just shoot the ball. She replied in the affirmative and Rita asked her how she was going to pay for her appointment. “I thought my Daddy had taken care of all that,” she replied. “No, my dear, he didn’t pay for anything. I have never seen this “Daddy” you speak of.” “Uh oh, is Shawna out there?” Stephie asked. “She said something about not being able to stick around and left suddenly,” Rita lied. “Oh my God, she’s my ride!” She bolted upright. “We’re going to have to work something out, little one,” Rita told her..